Enjoying the Early Onset of Senility

Well, it happens. Shit. Shit happens to the best of us. Our minds slip a little more away, and we enjoy that little bit of senility. It's great though, someday we may get to hide our own Easter Eggs!

I can't deny that this wasn't any particularly special day. Nor can I tell you that there was so much going on that my mind had a reason to slip. Simply put, this day was just your average Tuesday. This Tuesday, I was feeling slightly more ambitious than normal, and had already accomplished a slew of menial tasks. Literally nothing special. 

So, before running errands, I figured that it would be quite prudent, and courteous of me to shower before heading out into public; my morning 10K had left me a little less than looking and smelling oh so fresh and so clean. I showered, and went through my typical choreography of grooming, primping and hygienic cleansing. 

I dressed, and grabbed my belongings before leaving my apartment. Of course, as I put my shoes on, grabbed and filled my bag, grabbed my keys, notes, computer and whatever else I was grabbing, I couldn't help but feel as though I was forgetting something. I, of course, kept on going through the motions, discarding these feelings as nothing I couldn't deal with anyway. 

Still filled with the awkward feeling of unfinished, or forgotten business, I left my apartment and headed toward the elevator and the rest of my day. That's when it hit me. That's when I figured out what I had forgotten to do. Somewhere between the 4th and 3rd floor on the elevator I went to ask myself out loud what I had been forgetting, and discovered that I had forgotten to brush my teeth. How did I remember that I had forgotten to brush my teeth? As I opened my mouth to speak to myself, I realized that I still had a mouth full of Listerine.

Yes, for roughly 12-15 minutes, I had somehow forgotten to "spit" after rinsing with the potently strong mouth wash. Somehow I had distracted myself from spitting and brushing my teeth in between taking a swig of the Arctic Mint concoction, and taking the 30 seconds to apply and style my hair. Yes, my hair only takes 30 seconds on average. 

Somehow, my A.D.D. had kicked into full gear this particular Tuesday, and distracted me from finishing my dental obligations. I managed to get dressed, apply "french whore juice" (cologne), put on my shoes, fill my computer bag, grab all the necessary items for my slew of errands, perform a final once over the apartment, including watering all the plants, and leave my apartment altogether, before realizing that I had not Spit. 

Who forgets to Spit?